Tom’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Sally’s voice still echoed in his ears, “Now drive faster.” And he had. Not dangerously, but quickly, heart pounding, cock straining against his trousers, plug still waiting in the suitcase beside him like a loaded promise. She sat beside him, legs crossed, skirt hiked just enough to reveal the black garter strap kissing the bare skin above her stockings. One hand rested in...

After fifteen years of marriage, you feel like a stranger to me. I watch you lift a wineglass to your lips during dinner, a gesture you've made countless times in my presence, yet it's now utterly unfamiliar. Because you are. When did it start? Months ago? Years, maybe? I can't pinpoint the exact moment you began drifting away. We don't fight about sex or money; we have plenty of both. There's no obvious wedge between us....

It wasn't that he wasn't listening—he was. Julie's voice was one of his favorite sounds. But his brain seemed to have split in two, one part engaged in conversation while the other fixated entirely on the fact that Julie—sweet, perfect Julie—was wearing stockings that matched her dress exactly. She had coordinated them. Purposefully. For him. The realization hit him with surprising force. She'd done this for him. She'd re...

Chapter 1: The Lingerie Ritual Tom wasn’t sure if the boutique was too warm, or if it was just Sally. Probably Sally. They stepped into Maison de Luxe, a high-end lingerie store tucked discreetly off a cobblestone lane. Satin, lace, and velvet adorned every surface. The lighting was soft, flattering. Everything whispered sex. And Sally was already in her element. Wearing a tight cream pencil skirt and a sheer black blouse...

The club pulsed with that familiar weekend energy - strobe lights slicing through artificial fog, bass vibrating through the floor, bodies moving in that alcohol-fueled rhythm that never quite matched the beat. Julie stood at the edge of the dance floor, one hand clutching a lukewarm vodka cranberry, the other nervously adjusting the neckline of her black tank top. She'd chosen the outfit carefully - dark denim skirt that...

Maybe it was only my imagination, but I sensed stares on me and Dennis as we left work later that day. Walking with me toward the elevator, he rested his hand against the small of my back, his touch light but possessive. Even after we were alone, with the elevator doors firmly closed, Dennis maintained that contact. I could easily feel the warmth of his palm through my blouse. His eyes were bright while he chatted about t...

Suzie's heart swelled with excitement as she and Tom left the luxury lingerie store, their arms laden with shopping bags. The salacious grin on her face was evidence enough of her intentions for the rest of the day. They had spent hours sifting through silk and lace in search of items that would cater to Tom's newfound femininity. Suzie couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of providing Tom with his own wardrobe...

Suzie pulled up to the house in her sleek, black Mercedes, singing along to the radio and humming contentedly to herself. It had been another long day at the office, but she loved her job and her clients. She had always been a go-getter, and her success in the fashion industry only affirmed that. As she climbed out of the car and walked up the driveway, she noticed the lights were on inside the house. Tom must be home ear...